Poetry Hour ~ 7:00pm Monday - Thursday, 8:00pm Friday - Sunday

Somewhere A Seed

Somewhere a seed falls to the ground
That will become a tree
That will some day be felled
From which thin shafts will be extracted
To be made into arrows
To be fitted with warheads
One of which, some day when you least expect it,
While a winter sun is shining
On a river of ice
And you feel farthest from self-pity,
Will pierce your shit-filled heart.

-Michael Fried


Thank you, Mr Fried. Today's reading was taken from "The Hell With Love" A book of poems.